I discovered that I did not suffer for myself, I suffered for others. I discovered that when I thought that life is unfair and a mess was not my pain that spoke, was that of others.
You get so used to keeping your things that when it's time to take them out to show them to someone, when the time comes, you get stuck. We set up a glass container for them, and they are so full of emotions that letting them out implies that those emotions cross and generate a stir so big that it blows up the glass. It's hard for us to take them out because we do not know what to do with those emotions, we do not know how to handle them. We do not know how to feel.
I do not speak for me, I speak for that 8 year old girl who at two in the morning is sitting in the corner of the bed against the wall listing the good things she has to avoid feeling sad, because she is afraid of sadness. I speak for that girl of 11 who is sitting in the corner of the bathroom locked thinking and repeating that there are people who have worse problems and that the bad times are inherent to our existence to avoid feeling afraid, because she is afraid of fear. I speak for that 15-year-old girl who fights against her insomnia and that habit of locking herself in the bathroom when she feels fear approaching, that she swims between pills to try to correct what she thinks is wrong. I speak for that girl of 17 who resigned herself, who knows that she can not change what she is and tries to work on what she has, that she tries to decompress her feelings. I speak for that girl of 19 who is trying to learn to feel, to learn to live. I speak for you, that you are afraid of your feelings.
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